The Cliff Game

I’ve just fallen off a cliff.

A really really high cliff. It’s crumbly, home to a few seagulls and is generic cliff colour.

At the bottom of the cliff are jagged spikes of rock; sharp and pointy and looking menacingly up at me(In the Cliff Game, spikes have eyes). It’s all to be okay though, I’ve got a good grip at the edge of the cliff, I can wait to be rescued.

Suddenly a witch with a Birkin appears. She wants to play a game. A game of thrones  A game of handbags. Choose wrongly and I die. She magics the spikes into three separate handbags. Which Bag do I choose???

a) Michael Kors Selma Bag


b) The Mulberry Lily


c) Kate Spade, Claremont Drive Marcella


OR do I go for option d) Refuse to play the witches game, and use the Tesco carrier bag floating past as a parachute.


The Winning Bag, Not only receives the coveted title, Victor of the HungerGames  Cliff Games. They also get the Pride of knowing that they were voted as better than the other contenders. Aaaaaaand in Gratitude for saving me from the witch, will be the bag I buy/don’t buy(carrier bags are free)

Vote A,B,C,D below or on Twitter,

The Victor will be decided in 48 hours. May the odds be ever in your favor.


“You were the wind beneath my WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS”(SOB) -RIP Lucky shoes



(In tribute to the lucky shoes please listen to the above music while reading)

They were there on my first day of university. They were there on my first “grown up” university day. They were there for every assignment hand in, graduation, both for the interview and for the first day of my new job. Every Christmas and Birthday and birthday they were worn for three years. It may be time to say goodbye, but you will never be forgotten.

Maybe I should have taken you to the Cobbler more…Maybe If I’d worn you to nicer places we wouldn’t be where we are now…

If I could have a shoe funeral and not seem like a crazy person I would do it. I know it seems silly to be upset about a pair of shoes. They are, after all just(sacrilege) shoes. But they were special, my lucky shoes. Worn on every important(and lots of not so important) occasions. The shoes that I put on and they made me happy. They weren’t to everyone’s taste. They’ve been called both Peter Pan Shoes and Pantomime shoes by people that just don’t know any better. But when I saw them in the Marks and Spencer sale 3 and a half years ago, I knew they were for me.

Gone but not forgotten. Rest In Peace Lucky Shoes.

(Not everyone can understand the importance of a lucky something, be it a sock, a towel or a penguin(who am I to judge) let me know about it in the comments section below or on Twitter. I need to know that Luckiness still exists in the world!)



Crying for no reason (Sorry Katy B, but I have a reason)


Dangly, Sparkly and Jangling so beautifully from the pages of a magazine. The Models so elegant, so sultry. I NEED them. Big Earrings are irresistible. Featured on the Winter Catwalks of Dolce and Gabbana, Balmain and Ralph Lauren. It’s a trend that’s trickled down to the high street and Fast!!!

But this is one trend that I will most definitely not be participating in. 

 I know Pain is Beauty, You have to suffer to look Good Blah Blah Blah. But I refuse! Because unless you want to look like this:      (Who am I to judge???)


wear something smaller and lighter (though just as Sparkly. Go Swarovski or Go home!) and your earlobes will not only thank me the day after, but 10 years from now , when they aren’t  level with your chin you’ll look back to this moment and be very grateful